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JESUS CHEMIST: Needles in the grass, trash in the
park. You can’t walk your dog after dark around here
anymore, unless you’re a whore. They want a dollar
when it used to be just change. Inflation here is all
the rage, especially if you’re homeless and free. It’s
such a sickie scene, and this cash machine won’t
spit it out fast enough for me so I can leave.

Track Name: Best Thinking

BEST THINKING: Laying in the snow, the ice is my
bed. Gonna freeze these demons inside my head to
death. Took my last limps on a bored-out crutch.
Gonna do my best thinking inside this broken down
bus. The truth stays the same while my memories
change and my memories change while the truth
just stays the same. And I’m so cold.

Track Name: All Bad News

ALL BAD NEWS: You’ve got something you want to
tell me? If it’s bad news then you should start at the
end. It’s not a story, some yarn you’re spinning. If it’s
bad news then you should start at the end. I’ve been
drinking in the morning, after noon, and I’ve definitely
been drinking at night. I’ve had beer cans in the back
of my truck and I’ve been keeping beer cans out of
your sight. I know you’ve noticed and then I act like
you haven’t noticed, and I know that none of it’s right.
I don’t know just why I do it. Maybe I’m stupid and
looking for some kind of fight. I’ve got something I
want to tell you. It’s all bad news so I will start at the
end. It’s not a story, some yarn I’m spinning. It’s all
bad news so I will start at the end. It’s all bad news.

Track Name: Used Future

USED FUTURE: Well, there’s metal in the dirt. It fell
down from the sky. Now it’s trudging through the
sand because it don’t know how to fly. So, baby. Used
future in your past? So, baby. How’s that junk move so
fast? Devil’s on the hunt. No metal in the bar. Youth is
on the mend, but he had to sell his car. But they found
a better ride with a puppy in a vest. Hyper-driving
through the stars, tripping out, not a moon, and you all
know the rest. So far away.

Track Name: The Nerve

THE NERVE: You’ve got some kind of mouth, and it
keeps running on. Just like some stupid kid chasing
around a cartoon unicorn. Now you’re on my porch.
Now you’re at my door, no notion in your head that
you’re not welcome here no more. Now you’re getting
drunk. Now you’re spouting shit. Gonna get up in my
face, gonna spit in it? Well then, I’ll knock you down,
just like dunking a clown. I’ll squeeze your neck until I
hear that dying baby sound. You’ve got some fucking
nerve.

Track Name: Again Over Again

AGAIN OVER AGAIN: When I was a young boy I
thought my knees looked weird. Now that I’m an old
man I can’t grow a beard. The changes keep rolling.
They’re nothing new to me. I’ve been dragged all over
creation. I’ll never be free. I’m coming off again. We’re
moving on again. I’m losing all my friends, again over
again. It was 1992. I was sitting in the park. My dad was
across the street drinking in a bar. He didn’t know that I
was watching. He was yelling at a pay phone. Then he
got into his blue car. I didn’t want to go home.

Track Name: Three-Pointer

THREE-POINTER: There’s a basketball hoop at the end
of a cul-de-sac. When you’re driving around the loop,
make a three-pointer from your Cadillac. There’s waves
on the beach. My beer’s white with foam. One America’s
a Jeep and the other’s a mobile home. Let’s go do some
crimes. Let’s get sushi and not pay. I’ve got myriad
rhymes so’s I can say what I wanna say. I’ve got angels
on my shoulders. I’ve got things on my mind. I’m mentally
moving boulders. I’ve got myriad rhymes. He was yelling
at the funeral procession. He was getting out much
previous aggression. He was screaming and hollering at
the very tip-top of his lungs, but you couldn’t understand
a word he was saying because it sounded like he was
speaking in tongues.

Track Name: Silver Dollars

SILVER DOLLARS: I’ve got a silver dollar on my mind,
and when I get it I’m gonna leave you all behind. It’ll be
so nice when I find a new place to stay. It’s amazing what
a dollar will buy you these days. And when I get there I’m
gonna grow my hair. I’m gonna dance around in my
underwear. I’m gonna live with a grizzly bear. I can see
you laugh, but I don’t care. I’ve got a million silver dollars.
I’m gonna drop them from a chopper flying through the
sky. And when that certain silver dollar kills you dead you
ain’t even gonna have a second to wonder why. And if
you’re wearing a helmet: well, that’s lucky for you, I
guess. It just means you’re second-best. To me, you’re
just sheep like all the rest.

Track Name: Singing Along

SINGING ALONG: You’ll always be singing along to the
song stuck in your head, ’til you’re dead. You’ll always be
singing along to the voices in your head, ’til you’re dead.

Track Name: ...and Symphonies

…AND SYMPHONIES: I fucked up. I tried to toast the
world but I dropped the cup. I fucked around wasting my
time so it wasn’t enough. I took the crown. I stocked up
on gasoline and burned the factory down. I cut the heads
off the meters and now I’m king of the town. But it’s too
many things. The truth of it stings, and then here come
the strings…and symphonies, they write themselves. The
notes know where to go. They don’t need your help. And
life ain’t nothing at all. You’re on the ground before you fall,
whether you’re feeling three feet high or two foot small.